Page 17 of Anyone And You

“Yes,” I practically begged. “Yes. Fucking take everything.”

“Oh, thank fuck.”

His lips crashed into mine. Desperate. Flooding. Consuming. Tongues sweeping, I held onto him as he pulled from within me and then placed my ass on the countertop. I couldn’t stop kissing him as I reached for his shirt, discarding it to the ground. I groaned into his mouth at the ecstasy of our bodies flush, his full muscles against me. And once he’d pulled my pantyhose down and taken them off my legs, he shoved my back onto the countertop. I started to reach for the belt of my robe, but he grabbed my hand.

“No, baby,” he said with a tut of his tongue. “Let me unravel you tonight. I’ve fantasized about having you for too long to let you undo yourself. You’ll come for me until I’ve taken every last moan from your body.”

Chills erupted on my skin, sending my breaths into stitches as he leaned over and placed a kiss between my breasts. He slowly undid the tie of my belt, then pushed my robe open. A low groan came from within him at the sight of my naked body lying there, waiting for him and only him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said before kissing my hips. “I’m going to have you every way I can tonight,” he swore. “And then after I’ve bathed you and fed you… I’ll fuck you over the railing outside as we watch the sun come up.”

“I didn’t know you were also a romantic,” I said with a smirk.

Axel yanked me by the thighs, pulling my ass to the very edge of the counter, and I watched as a crooked smile spread over his lips. He dug those fingers into my skin, hard enough that I sucked in a sharp breath, my bottom lip sagging slightly. He reached up to my breast, palming it harshly,deliciously, making my chest arch and my hips roll against his.

His soft chuckle raked over me as he took in my body one inch at a time. “You know, I love you like this, Des.” He leaned over, his breath tickling my hardened nipple. I started to wrap my hand around his neck upon his tongue flicking over me, but he grabbed my wrist again.

“Lift your arms and grab the edge of the counter behind you,” he told me. I did, apprehensive about his not letting me touch him, but I didn’t question it. He laid a kiss on my lips as I gripped the edge and then hovered over me for a moment.

“Don’t let go.”

He grabbed the backs of my thighs again, splaying me on the table, and sank low.

I tried to keep my composure as I watched him bend between my thighs.

“Fuck, you’re everything I imagined you would be,” he muttered, and I wasn’t entirely sure I could even speak as his breath pulsed against my wetness. His tongue darted out once, licking over my clit, and I let out an uncontainable whimper.

He groaned against my center, the tip of that devious tongue raking up my middle. “Fuck, baby. Your taste—“ My fingers gripped the edge of the counter, hips rocking as he teased. Shit, that fucking tongue. He reached behind him and pulled himself up a chair, putting him at direct access to feast as he pleased.

My feet latched atop his shoulders, and he held my hips in place as he continued to suck on my clit and run that tongue up and down, sometimes dipping inside me. His groans of satisfaction matched mine—as if he were eating his favorite dessert, and it had been made just the way he liked it.

I wanted to grab his hair and hold on. My arms struggled to stay up, so much that I had to grip the lip even harder to keep myself from falling apart. Fuck, he felt good.

I wasn’t prepared for the orgasm cresting over me, wasn’t ready to part from the deliciousness of his tongue fuck.

“Axel—shit, slow down,” I begged. “I’m not ready to—fuck me—“ my head rolled to the side, and I bit the inside of my arm to keep from screaming. “You feel so fucking good. Slow down—“

He did, and I sank into the counter at the savoring way he tasted me then. I let out an elongated curse, feeling him chuckle against my clit.

“Long and slow,” he whispered before blowing against my wetness. “That’s how you like it, baby?”

“Shit, yes,” I groaned, eyes closed as I arched to the ceiling. His left hand moved from my thigh, the other moving up my stomach. And as he slipped a finger inside me, he cupped my breast firmly. My toes curled around the back of his shoulders, straining so much that I thought I might get a cramp in my calf.

Every suck and thrust limped me further until that orgasm began to wind up again, and I began to squirm. I knew he could feel me tightening by his smirk of satisfaction. I glanced down at him, and it was nearly my undoing. Those eyes held me. I couldn’t look away, and he knew it.

Ever so slightly, his pace picked up. My head fell hard against the counter as I strained and strained. I was tipping over the edge of that wave, barely able to breathe.

“That’s it,” he said. “Come for me, princess.”

I cursed to the ceiling, my hips bucking erratically as he tried to hold me down. But I couldn’t stop it. I came. Stars filled my vision. I cried out louder than I ever had for any man, and he didn’t stop licking me until I began to jerk out of his grasp.

He laughed deeply, sending a shiver down my spine as he stood over me a few seconds later. “You taste just as good as I thought you would,” he said. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me upright, his thumb going to wipe the mascara from beneath my left eye.

Despite my tired arms, I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. No breaks. No waiting. I needed him then. I’d waited too long to have him, and if he felt the same as me…

“I want you,” I said. “I want you in the bedroom. I want to taste you and ride you, and then you hold me backward until I have no feeling left in my legs, and I beg you for relief,” I said. “And anything else you want to do to me. I’m yours.”

Axel’s brows raised, and he grabbed me by the thighs, hoisting me onto his waist as if I weighed nothing. His body swallowed mine, and I relished the feeling of being small in someone’s arms.

“Yeah, you fucking are,” he said before slapping my ass hard enough that the sting of it rippled over my entire body.

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